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It has been several years since I posted anything on this blog. Perhaps I went a little overboard with detachment. Perhaps I got lazy. Either way, I am back. I still struggle with attachment and I still have a long way to go until I can really feel like I am living a minimalist lifestyle. […]

Goodness, has it really been three months since my last blog? Seems that I’ve been busier than I thought. Truth is, these last few months have been very eventful. I’ve taken big steps to streamline my life and rid myself of many obstacles that materialized in the last few years. I took a good look […]

Several years ago, I lived in a small desert town named Rosamond. Take a look at the picture on the right, now back here, now the picture, now back here (sorry, I had to). Yup, not much going on in Rosamond, CA. Surrounding this magical town was a whole lot of desert; the Mojave desert, […]

September sneaked up in me this year. I have realized that I have not been very productive with my blogging in the past few months. I feel a bit guilty about it, but at the same time I feel that my detachment from this blog is a result of my continued practice of, well, detachment. […]

4th of July weekend in San Diego came with a quiet bang this year. Inspired by several documentaries, my expanding knowledge of nutrition, and personal health goals, I decided to take on the challenge of a five-day juice fast. After watching “Fat, Sick & Nearly Dead” on NetFlix, I bought a juice machine (Breville Juice Fountain […]

Surfing Madonna of Encinitas sac·ri·lege (noun) 1: a technical and not necessarily intrinsically outrageous violation (as improper reception of a sacrament) of what is sacred because consecrated to God. 2: gross irreverence toward a hallowed person, place, or thing A few weeks ago, a 10 by 10 foot mosaic of La Virgen de Guadalupe riding a surfboard […]

When I was a kid, I thought that I’d be married by 27 and have a kid by 30. I thought my thirties would look like the picture above. Apparently, I didn’t know much about life. And, of course, why would I? My world was built by my parents’ ideas, expectations, and fears. My job […]